In my dreams alone...

Chapter IV. A Day in the Races

The following days, I had this strange woman in my mind, as I struggled to understand the purpose she arrived in my dreams. I never saw her for weeks, nor have I returned to that plains of flower. I have dreamed many since then, travelled to various areas of my dreams, even often coming across a distorted version of my memories, but still those flowery fields elude me.

It occupied my mind for days, even towards my university days where my look of concentration at the lectures was actually a look of frustration at the meaning of it all. Imagine that, trying to rationalize a dream! Can anyone be any more dedicated towards a more illogical thing than dreams!

In my preoccupation, I failed to listen to the lecture, only having my ears perk up at the sound of "activity". We must make a short skit on communication. My theme, it seems, is on telephone communication. We were paired with our seatmates.

My seatmate was a woman named Agatha, though I use the term woman to denote the fact that she is now twenty years old. She was pretty, no doubt, the sort of face that seemed chiseled from the fluffiness of the clouds itself, so that one feels like it would fade at the slightest touch. Her body, while not something that would garner much interest, complements the lovely face so well that her body would rise in prominence alongside it. That much is certain in the physical. However, she does not have the confidence that comes with such a physicality, that it all seems senseless, and makes one conversation with her compared to talking to a toddler. It wasn't as if she couldn't formulate ideas, but you would have to be patient to get her to say it. Any forcing, of course, would lengthen the waiting game.

I did not mind her, nor did I see myself getting any closer to her than acquaintances that happened to be in the same room on the same course, and still was a welcome presence.

And so we got to work. I asked her whether she'd be caller or receiver. In her eyes was clear deliberation on her part, though it would take quite a while to get their, so I decided to prod her on through careful pros and cons. Ultimately, she picked the receiver, having very few long lines to say. Afterwards, I decided that for the script, we will not have any specific lines, but rather a sort of scenario which we would follow to wherever it would go, and I got no objections there from Agatha, though again, she never really answered.

And the scenario we picked was "calling to check how they are" type of call. I believe our short skit was rather well-made, and I am proud of it, and was happy with Agatha's performance as well. I feel like any short summary of it would do injustice, and so I write the skit to the best of my memory, as again, I improvised on the lines, and Agatha's were short and easy anyways.